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angelic-yandere-doll · 19 days

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Random danganronpa boys when y/n is sad because they got hurt by someone(part 2)

TW: yandere themes, mild descriptive gore, swearing

Info: headcanons, yandere, comfort, fluff, gn reader, lowercase on purpose, reader is in a relationship with the yanderes, reader is smaller or same height as the yanderes, reader is aware/accepting of the yanderes, no killing game, just despair

Key: y/n, darling is reader

Note: did the girls, now doing the boys

Characters: byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiyotaka ishimaru, nagito komaeda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, kaito momota, kokichi oma

♡ byakuya togami ♡

offended >:0 how dare someone hurt his darling?

thinks about hiring a hitman, or better, paying a gang to torture that person for days on end. he can get anything done with his money. would rather not get his own hands(too) dirty, it might cause him problems

people might suspect him at first. he'll just make something up. if they still suspect him, he gets some people(toko and makoto) to stand up for him to make his alibi believable. gets y/n to do it too(lol)

not very good at comfort. good at buying y/n things(he’s a rich boy). will buy them clothes, jewelry, chocolate. if y/n wants a hug, he’ll be hesitant, but will give in eventually(it’s not that he doesn’t want to, intimacy is strange to him). uses his free hand to cover the blush on his face ‘cause he’s flustered

“sigh… ok, calm down already. listen. they’re the foolish one, not you. they were dumb enough to think they could hurt you without a punishment. understand? good.”

♡ mondo owada ♡

mad. no. more than mad. he’s furious

hits that person in the face, making their nose bleed(in front of everybody). doesn’t want to kill them at that moment, would rather keep that impulse on hold(as much as he can) until he gets the person to a secluded area. kills them instantly, not(necessarily) the sadistic type to want to take long to see the person’s pain

knows at least enough on how to hide the murder. tries his best to play it cool to avoid any suspicion. if he’s confronted by others, he can get nervous, which can cause him to say some things he shouldn’t say. but his bro(taka) will defend him at all costs, not having a single clue of what he did

gives y/n a hug, brings them to places on his motorcycle, letting them wear his jacket. probably lets them sleep on top of him(he’ll be blushing like mad)

“it’s okay, y/n. fuck them. they’re just a fuckin’ asshole. making you feel that way and all. it ain’t your fault. they’re gonna regret ever doing that! they will.”

♡ kiyotaka ishimaru ♡

what? how could they do that? and to his darling y/n?

more of the type to scold the person if they did something else but this… this crosses the line for him. hurting y/n and not getting in trouble? not on his watch. kills the person even if it goes against what he stands for. someone hurts y/n, they get the worst coming to them

almost nobody would suspect him. he just seems like the type who wouldn’t kill. he just keeps on his day to day life doing his job(and his other job, which is taking care of y/n)

doesn’t let anyone near y/n(except mondo and chihiro), studies with y/n and teaches them about important topics to keep their mind off the pain, brings them food and water, doesn’t let them go anywhere without him. he just wants y/n to be safe and happy

“y/n, please, you have to understand. you’re better than them! they don’t understand! if they did, they wouldn’t have hurt you. and they really shouldn’t have.”

♡ nagito komaeda ♡

surprised. asks himself how someone could hurt his darling. disgust towards the person who hurt y/n

asks hajime to watch over y/n while he’s away, doing what he must do. he considers the person hopeless since they ended up dying at the ultimate hope’s hands. they’re just a talentess scum to him. he has always saw himself as trash, but that person is much more trash to him than he ever thought of himself to be

people have always seen him as quite a strange young man. suspicious, but maybe not enough to suspect him of murder. he’s just… strange to them. he can keep rambling on about how he loves hope and nobody would see anything different(not realizing the hope he talks about is his beloved y/n)

gives y/n anything they want(as long as he can do it). y/n wants a hug? has his arms open. y/n wants a kiss? he puckers up. y/n wants him to sleep with them? already laying on the bed. his darling is his only hope. he needs to protect them

“i know trash like me can’t tell you how much you matter, but, from the bottom of my heart, you’re the most beautiful, most precious thing in the world. and i would never change you for anyone else. never.”

♡ fuyuhiko kuzuryu ♡

angry. ready to kill the person. asks y/n for some details

brings peko along to murder the person. plans to make it agonizing for the person. no mercy. just despair. they will feel the wrath of the ultimate yakuza. that’s what they get for messing with y/n

people are afraid to interrogate him and his ‘tool’. they know it’ll get nasty if they try to fight against the ultimate yakuza and the ultimate swordswoman. they know he won’t hesitate to plan a murder or ambush against them

buys y/n sweets, holds y/n’s hand, doesn’t let them leave to go anywhere. if they want something, they can just ask him. he doesn’t want them to get hurt again

“that motherfucker… they don’t deserve any shit. they don’t deserve any fuckin’ breath of life. i’m gonna fuck them up real bad!”

♡ kaito momota ♡

shocked and full of rage. how could they hurt his shining star y/n?

walks up to that person and hits them with his fist. hits them even more. ends up with the person bleeding and having a broken bone. they might end up dying. if they don’t, he’ll use something else to end them. he doesn’t want them around y/n anymore for what they did

nobody considers him to be suspicious. just an eccentric, hyperactive, space loving guy who has a big heart. but his classmates don’t even realize his big heart is only for y/n. he would do anything for them. anything. as the luminary of the stars, it’s his duty to protect his darling

cuddles with y/n, gives them forehead kisses, brings y/n outside to watch the night sky as he teaches them about constellations

“damn y/n, i just can’t believe they would do that! and to my shining star! but don’t worry! from now on, i won’t let it happen again. i promise! nobody should ever hurt you… nobody.”

♡ kokichi oma ♡

oh he’s really mad. but he won’t show it, he’ll play it off like it’s nothing

very sneaky when it comes to killing the person. he may make somebody else do it for him if he feels that would be the best course of action. but he might want to do it himself. he wants to see the pain in that person’s eyes as he tortures them

people will suspect him. after all, he’s known for lying. but he knows what to say, how to play with people’s minds, how to make them believe him. he can also blame it on somebody else and make it seem like it was them, not him. there may be people who still suspect him but are kind of afraid to accuse him. they don’t know what else he’s capable of other than lying

tries to make y/n laugh, brings them their favorite snacks, trash talks the person, lets them hug him if they need it(but also because he wants to be held by y/n)

“hey, cheer up! they’re soooo stupid to think they could get away with making you feel upset. they must be the dumbest person on the planet to even think of doing that. they must be…since they died so easily.”

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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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Kinktober '23 Day 3 - Dacryphilia (SKZ Bang Chan)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: crying (obv), handjob, oral (m. receiving), chan cums in readers mouth (gross 🙄), fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: this is not proofread so bear with me 😁 think I did this right? Let me know 😭 also would anyone be interested in a taglist for kinktober?

Chan dragged his feet as he got into the elevator, huffing when he had to lift his arm to press the button for your floor. His eyes closed as his muscle memory led him down the hall to your room. Using his key to unlock the door, he stepped in and stood at the entrance, taking a moment to relax in the solitude and comfort of your apartment.

“Channie, is that you?”

He smiled at the sound of your voice. After a moment without responding he heard your footsteps draw towards him. His eyes were still closed when he felt your hands lift the backpack off his shoulders and slip his beanie off. He sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair, combing through the flattened strands. A soft peck met his lips. He was too exhausted to kiss back, but you could see his appreciation in the sad smile that greeted you once you pulled back.

Finally opening his eyes, he saw the concern on your face, your eyebrows lifted up. Your head quirked to the side. Chan thought you looked like some adorable confused puppy. Sliding your arms around his waist, you left a kiss to his shoulder, never breaking eye contact.

“You okay, baby?” You asked sweetly, your voice soft in the quiet room.

“Just tired s’all,” he whispered back. His eyes closed as he let his head rest on top of yours.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly. But you knew him better than that, there was something on his mind. “Just wanna hold you right now.”

“Well, I can do that.” He could hear the smile in your voice. You shuffled your bodies to the couch, helping Chan remove his jacket on the way. He let his body fall onto the couch, keeping hold of you and pulling you down with him. Your head rested on his chest, feeling his heart steadily beat as he held you. Your right arm was against the couch, holding his back, while your left arm rubbed his chest. Your hand moved up to rub his shoulder.

“Ah, Channie, you feel so tense,” you pouted.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just sore from practice today, we started some new stunts today.” You looked up to see his grimace with that last part.

“Don’t overwork yourself, then you won’t be able to dance at all,” you frowned. You slid your hand down his torso, slipping it under his sweatshirt. He sighed as he felt your cold hands cool the skin of his stomach. Your fingers glided over his abs. His heartbeat quickened under your ear. Rubbing circles on his chest, you could feel him start to breathe hearder under you.

“Y/n,” Chan whispered.

“Yes, baby?” Your finger circled his nipple, sliding over it and pulling a moan from his mouth. He hissed when you did it again. “Shhh,” your hand slid back down his stomach, “you had a stressful day didn’t you, baby?” His eyes were shut tight as he slowly nodded his head. “Let me take care of you. Can I take care of you, Channie?” He nodded eagerly this time, feeling his cock begin to stiffen at your words. “Good boy, let me take care of you, okay?” Chan’s head was buzzing from the praise. It was a stressful day. The way you were all sweet on him and helping him relax began to swell up his chest.

His train of thought was cut off when he felt your right hand slide from under him. Your hand cupped his jaw, thumb pulling on his chin to slightly open his mouth. The next thing he felt was your lips capturing his upper lip. You wasted no time slipping your tongue into his mouth. He gladly invited it, his own toying with yours as you sucked on his lip. Your hand continued to slide down until it reached his navel. With more pressure, you pushed your hand further, palming at his growing erection. He let out a deep groan.

You broke the kiss, “Feel good, baby?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, kissing him again, he nodded against your mouth. His hands came up to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt. Separating from him, you let him pull your shirt over your head. He finally opened his eyes for what felt like the first time in hours and thanked the universe that you weren’t wearing a bra. He immediately slid his hands up to your boobs, squeezing and squishing them together. You pressed your palm harder over his cock and he moaned loudly as his head fell back against the armrest of the couch.

“Let me take the stress away, baby. Just relax for me.” You began lifting his shirt off of him. He leaned forward and lifted his arms just enough to let you get it off of him. You pulled at the waistband of his sweats. He raised his hips as you dragged them off his body along with his boxers. His cock sprang free of its confines, his tip pink and leaking. Chan felt vulnerable, naked on the couch in front of you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him nude, but he felt oddly open. You could clearly see the stress and tiredness in him, and you were comforting him so nicely, taking care of him in his exhausted state. He wasn’t scared or nervous to be this vulnerable with you, but it was new. He had never been so bare in your presence.

You looked down as you grasped his dick, squeezing your hand from the base to the tip. You swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum.

“Ohh, y/n,” he struggled to speak. You silenced him with a peck to his lips.

“Shhhh, Channie.” You continued to pepper kisses around his face as you stroked him slowly.

Chan’s body felt like jelly, he could barely keep his arms up to continue playing with your chest. The tension had been building in his body since that morning when he started work, the physical and emotional toll of his job weighing down on him harder than most days. His muscles tensed and relaxed at your movements. His body carried tension yet his mind was light, all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips on his cheek, his forehead, his nose, and the warm feeling growing in his belly. You looked down at Chan, his eyes were glossed over and glassy, looking up at you in adoration.

“You’re okay, baby. You can relax now, I got you,” you cooed. Your other hand rose to cup his cheek, your fingertips scratching at his hairline. Chan couldn’t help the way his chest tightened, he felt his breathing pick up and his bottom lip began to quiver. He felt his nose sting as his eyes watered. All he could do was look up at you with tears in his eyes. Your thumb swiped at his cheek as a tear slid down his cheek. You picked up your pace, squeezing him tighter than before. His breaths began to come out in sobs, the tears continuing to stream down his cheeks.

“Y/n,” he cried. He was overwhelmed. His heart felt like it was bursting out of his chest and his body was on fire. His hips were lifting off the couch, meeting your wrist as he thrust into your hand. He couldn’t remember why he was crying anymore. Everything that had piled up on him throughout the day was forgotten as you held him so tenderly. Still, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Let it out, Channie. You look so pretty when you cry, you know that?” you spoke against his mouth. Chan whimpered as you kissed him again. He could feel the salt of his tears mix in with saliva as your tongues met once again.

“Y/n, I’m so close,” his voice cracked in between sniffles. He was so desperate to come, his cock pulsating in your palm. But he needed to wait for your permission, he owed it to you after you had taken such good care of him.

“I know, baby. You’re almost there, just a little longer, okay?” This felt like torture, but Chan was putty in your hands. He could only trust you as you continued unraveling him. He felt your face pull away from him as you sank down his body, your hand didn’t stop stroking. Chan groaned as your mouth neared his throbbing tip. Your tongue stuck out to lick the precum that had leaked out. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue touching his skin. His eyes shut tight again, trying to compose himself. Your hand slowed down but didn’t stop, Chan moaned at the change of pace.

“Look at me, Channie,” you called up to him. His eyes shot open as you began sucking on his tip. His eyes still glimmered, his eyelashes sticking together from the tears. You released his tip with a pop making Chan’s eyes roll back. “You can come, baby,” you kissed his tip. Chan almost exploded right there. “Watch as you come in my mouth, Channie. I love you so much.” You stroked him harder at the base of his cock, taking the tip and then some into your mouth. Your tongue slid against the underside as you gently sucked.

Tears pricked his eyes again, the pleasure was too much. He felt your hand reach for his, You intertwined your fingers, your hand giving his a squeeze. The heat in his belly overflowed. He chanted your name in a moan as he released in your mouth. You kept sucking as ropes of him cum filled your mouth. Chan’s hand gripped yours like a vice, like you were his lifeline. You swallowed once he finished, rising to give him a taste of himself as you kissed him.

The smoke cleared in Chan’s brain. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down to lay against him. He reached over, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and setting it over the both of you.

“Did that make you feel any better?” You asked. Chan’s heart tightened at the sincerity in your voice. He buried his head in your shoulder, turning to leave a chaste kiss on your neck.

“Yes, baby. You always take such good care of me.”

Your hand rubbed his arm, soothing his body after the intensity of the night.

“I love you, Channie,” you kissed the side of his head. “I’m always gonna take care of you.”

“I love you more, y/n. I love you so much.” His body finally relaxed as he felt your breaths align. He was okay. Slowly, you two drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Than you for reading this far! Feel free to send requests 🫶

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bro-atz · 5 months

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i never thought about this seonghwa until @eyeryis put it in my head

but oh god to wake up in hwa's arms... fuck, no, to sleep in hwa's arms... that's the dream that's the goal that's everything

sometimes he's lil spoon yeah but he's usually mostly always the big spoon nd his arms are just wrapped around you and holding you close and secure and you just feel the warmth radiating off him and his skin and his heart—

and like if you wake up before him right you're just staring at his facial features and wondering gosh how did mother nature create such a beautiful man and not leave enough for the rest of us god his lips and the way his eyelashes flutter— oh shit he's awake

"good morning baby"

oh and seonghwa's groggy morning voice? lawd have mercy! his lips are just by your ear and he's letting out a lil chuckle seeing your body flush pink, and your skin just turns red when he peppers you with kisses so early in the morning oh wow all this love and affection and it's not even nine in the morning? must be nice

if he wakes up before you right, he's brushing your hair out of your face, observing your facial features, falling in love with you all over again and wrapping his arms around you even more to the point where he doesn't even care if he's squishing you because that's what you're supposed to do to cute things anyway—

okay this is where i'm stopping bc my nose started bleeding help

#and this all started bc my friend had a dream that i was cuddling w seonghwa on the couch in my living room help #the things i would DO just to get a hug from him okay imagine what i'd do to take a gd nap w him #seonghwa brain rot #broatz #park seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #park seonghwa ateez #seonghwa x reader #bro <3 dave

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saltymongoose · 1 year

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Hi coming in with another silly idea Imagine that the Player is in early Nevada, and around the time Nexus is supposed to fall they fall into a type of coma. Jeb goes through with his plan (painfully without the player by his side), Hofnarr turns into Tricky with his last thoughts begging for the Player to come back. Phobos' fight being much more easy due to the fact he thinks his god abandoned him. Then the Player comes back like "hey sorry about that" and Jeb starts wailing while Tricky goes YIPPEE and runs around them like an excited dog.

Why is everything you draw so cute omg 😭, everyone is so adorable here. It's honestly a little weird to see the Employers look so huggable, I love it.

To actually get into the scenario though, my thoughts on this are far too long to make it into a normal ask response, so you're getting some sort of unofficial hcs instead lol. Enjoy!

<The Player Falls into a Coma before the Fall> ft. Jebus, Hofnarr/Tricky, the Employers & Phobos

(TW: Yandere)

There was no warning for your sudden coma whatsoever. At most, you felt a tad more exhausted than usual at the end of the day, but this can be attributed to many different things, so of course you wouldn't worry about it. Neither would anyone else either, for that matter.

You had absolutely no idea that when you slowly fell asleep that night, you wouldn't be waking up again for a very long time.

It certainly wouldn’t take long for those you know to find out about your condition either. For one, Hofnarr and Jeb would want to recap their plan with you before going through with it, so naturally they stopped by for that. However, they find you unconscious and completely unresponsive to their every attempt to wake you. To make matters worse, there isn't a sign that you'd been awake at all in the past few days; the buildup of dust on your furniture and the letters in your mailbox shows as much.

Despite their worry, they’d eventually have to leave your side, if only to get more medical supplies and other things to help you. This opens up a window for the others in your life to finally take action, those being the Employers.

The shadowy figures had been keeping tabs on you all the time, so when you just didn't wake up, they would probably be the first to know - even if their actions came second to the Nexus Scientist's.

(You didn’t send the Deliberator a “good morning” text and he started panicking. What could possibly be so bad that you didn't speak to him? A cursory call to the worried AAHW agents the Auditor had sent to tail you was proof enough that you'd deviated from your usual schedule, and you weren't the type to ever be late.)

They were quick to take you from your home and to a more secret place, so that they could keep close observation over you.

Honestly, despite how much the Employers might brag about knowing you better than anyone else (a privilege they gained from being the first to realize your existence), they truly know little about your anatomy. However, they can tell that sleeping for full days isn't normal at all, judging by your previous behavior.

They're also far too stubborn to ask any other mortals for help as well, so they simply resigned to try to help you themselves while keeping you safe with them. They couldn't do much else, so hopefully you'd understand that once you awoke in a strange place.

Nevada rots without your guidance and the grunts you were close to were left reeling by this (unintentional) abandonment you committed.

Phobos loses much of his drive due to his own emotional frailty as he grappled with his uncharacteristic self-doubt and questioning. As it happens, this also makes him more zealous as well. In his last moments, he has a second wind, believing that if he just fights hard enough, you might decide to come back and help him in his battle against Christoff. (But you don't. You couldn't.)

Jebus' feelings are surprisingly parallel to the Director's in terms of worship and near zealotry. Except, he believes it might be his fault that you left, which only increases the fervor he has to complete his plans. It will be painful without you there, but this agony is his repentance for the sins which he has wronged you with. It is only through this that he believes you might show your presence once more, even if it’s not now.

Unfortunately, Hofnarr's transformation into Tricky was just as painful as it would be otherwise, and the pain of abandonment just makes it worse. Funny, how the pictures taken of you with him and Christoff were miraculously unscathed within Hofnarr's lab even after Tricky came to be. The zombified clown must have found some value in them, even if he couldn’t remember the complete reason why he felt so warm when he looked at them.

Of course, you did actually awaken eventually. You had no idea how much time had passed when you woke up, so seeing the Employers look so uncharacteristically worried when you woke up was really odd. You honestly think they’d be weepy if they had the ability to cry.

You really didn’t know how to react to the news that you’d essentially been in a coma for thirty years. Your first course of action is to find Jeb and Tricky to find out what actually happened since you feared your early appearance might’ve had an impact on the timeline regarding Nevada’s fall. This leads to very different reactions.

Jeb isn't one to typically show much vulnerability, but seeing you again completely shatters those walls he's kept up for so long. At first, he thinks you're just a hallucination; the culmination of all the longing he has for you finally taking its toll on his broken mind as almost a cruel joke.

The first words he speaks to you after thirty years is a short, "You're not real", said as more of an insistence to himself than anything. But when he comes closer and you don’t disappear, and he reaches out a trembling hand to rest lightly on your shoulder, and you stay, he just breaks. The warmth of your form washes over him like it used to, and suddenly he feels an uncomfortable tightness well up in his throat as tears gather in his eyes.

You reach up to hold his taller form closer to you, sinking to the ground with him as he buries his face into your neck and sobs. His hold on you is soft, and his hands are still shaky; he's holding you like he's scared of shattering you, and he only gets weaker when you whisper soothing words and apologies to him.

Compared to Jebus, your meeting with Tricky was a lot more upbeat. It’s probably because he was spared much of the reflection and sorrow that Jeb went through due to his rather unstable mental state, but that didn’t stop him from somehow recognizing you. It’s almost like a switch flipped in his mind, and he went from violently slamming his sign into some poor grunt's face to freezing at the sight of your face.

He then tosses the sign away and almost launches himself at you to envelop you in a tight bear hug, screaming excitedly while you grin back rather tiredly. (You hope your eardrums will be okay after this.) But in the next second, he's whirling away from you, flailing his hands as he continues to talk.

It’s like being greeted by your dog after being away for months; he never stops moving or asking hurried questions about where you’ve been, intermittent with little words about how much he’s missed you.

Both Jeb and Tricky are very clingy after this. Even if they don't get along now, they're not willing to let you leave their sides after this, especially not when you go to sleep. (What if you fall into a coma again? Someone has to be there to take care of you.)

Deep down, they also have a striking suspicion that someone was behind your coma. They didn't know who exactly, but there was no other explanation to them than this. How else would you, Nevada's most powerful being, fall into such a state?

(In the near future, when you come across Hank and the others, let's just say that your scientists won't be deterred from leaving your side quite so easily. You'd been gone for thirty years, so you should only expect their companionship to remain more permanent for the coming years.)

#the Player looks very tired which is a vibe #idk what this answer is exactly but I hope it's satisfactory lol #ask #distressedwalnut #mutuals ✨#other's art #fav #it's about gd time #tw: yandere #madness combat x reader

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inthewindandinthewater · 4 months

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A Kiss, and Maybe Something More...

A/n: Hi! It's been a bit hasn't it? I've been a little busy with family gatherings and the holiday but happy New Year!!! This is just a little story with Remus, I've always had the idea in my head that Remus and baking just go together? I don't know, I kinda wanna write something where he's a GBB contestant, I just think it'd be so cute. Would y'all read that? anywho reader is painfully shy because.... she's me. I don't mean shy like cutesy shy, I mean like frozen in anxious fear of abandonment shy. I hope some of y'all can relate. Kisses - El

Summary: You intend to make bread, Remus intends for other things.

Warnings: a little steamy, reader gets their boundaries pushed a little but in a good, consensual way, reader is very very shy, not proof read.

A Kiss, and Maybe Something More…

“Okay, so that’s the dough finished. Now we just need to make the filling while it proves”

You’re whirling around the kitchen in a flurry trying to prepare the different elements for your babka. Baking had always been a hobby of yours, but after you met Remus it became a couples activity and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Remus helped where he could, often you got stuck in your own world mixing and kneading all while he watched. Not that he minded, he loved the look in your eye and the confidence of your movements, something about watching you do what you love with such practiced ease set his heart humming.

You breeze across the kitchen, barely moving your hip out of the way of the island on your way through. Going up on your tiptoes you reach up to one of higher shelves, your fingers just brushing the cinnamon before you feel a warmth against your back and a hand on your hip, effectively halting your movements.

Turning your head to side youre met with Remus’ profile as his larger hand brushes yours to side, grabbing the spice with an ease you could only dream of. He pulls the bottle down and hands it to you just as your eyes meet his and you're speechless. Before you can open your mouth to speak he leans down and pecks your lips before separating himself and walking to the opposite end of the kitchen to look over the recipe book.

It was little silent interactions like these that often left you frozen in place, waiting for the next beat. Remus on the other hand always seemed unaffected, likely because he was always the one to take initiative. He was the one doing the touching and the teasing and the flustering, it didn’t bother you, you had never been the kind of girl to be forward or overly affectionate. It didn’t come easy to you and you didn’t exactly have the practice he did; which, if you thought about it too much, made you sick.

It was this spiral of thoughts that led to a series of events so oddly out of character that your own boyfriend questioned the existence of bodysnatchers and fair folk. Timidly, with shaking hands and a racing heart that you tried to quell the only way you knew how, with more thinking, you made your way across the kitchen to him, all the while trying to convince yourself that you’re being ‘totally normal’.

When you reach him he’s still bent of the recipe, mumbling something under his breath that you don’t quiet understand. It takes you a moment to realize his muttering is in Welsh and you melt a little, he had a way of reverting back to his childhood tongue when he was really confused. You weren’t sure why but you found it so endearing, you didn’t understand a word but you liked to listen nonetheless.

That only cemented your decision to wrap your arms around his waist and tilt your head back to hook your chin over his shoulder. Almost instantly his mumbling ceased, a moment passed before he leaned back into your hold and rested his head against yours, “something wrong, cariad?” he says, his accent a little thicker than normal. You hum in response at first but decide against letting your shyness overtake you, “no, just wanted to hold you” you feel your cheeks start to burn at the admittance and almost start to chastise yourself for being so painfully shy.

Remus begins to turn in your hold and for a second you begin to doubt yourself, he had always said he found your shyness adorable. Did he like your reserved nature so much that this was too big a change? It seemed so simple just moments ago. But instead of pushing you away he simply wraps his arms around you and smiles down at you, “I wish you’d do more of it.” He says simple, relief floods you.

“I’ll try.” you say softly, struggling to find much of a voice under his gaze. He leans down and pecks your forehead before hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him before kissing your lips once, twice, then a third longer, deeper time. Remus holds you close to him, as though you would pull yourself away at any moment and leave him forever. He knew he needed to be slow and steady with you, that you’d never been in a relationship or been involved with many guys at all but it was difficult when you were right there with your soft lips and sweet smile. Everything about you was so inviting, who would he be to refuse you.

“Please..” He mumbles against your lips, catching his breath for a moment “please do.” The giggle that breaks from you is so light that it makes one bubble out of his chest in time. It’s a sweet moment but a short one before his lips claim yours again and his hands travel up your body and to your cheeks, holding your face securely against his.

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as his thread back through your hair, nails scratching lightly at your scalp. You sigh at the feeling, giving him the space to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring the sweet taste of the cream cheese filling you’d made prior. It makes you melt even further into him, letting your arms drape over his shoulder and your body go slack against his. He takes a step back to lean against the counter, pulling you along by waist.

You disconnect briefly, both of your chests heaving as he dips his head to mouth at the expense of your neck. You’d never gone past making out and this felt like another hurdle he was guiding you over in his own way. As he nipped at the skin of your jaw and ran his hands over your curves you felt your mind begin to slow, the rushing thoughts of doubt and inadequacy suddenly vacated and feelings of adoration took up residence.

Just as Remus’ hands slipped under the thick knit of your sweater and onto you flushed skin a shrill beeping invaded both of your senses. Remus winced at the harsh sound of the oven timer signifying that it was finished preheating. He sighed heavy against your neck and slowly lifted his head to look at you, “terrible timing” He says.

You gape at him, “It’s not my fault!” You say, “pardon me for trying to innocently bake some bread” you rib at him. “Ah, am I corrupting you?” he responds, cocking his head to the side with a cheaky little grin spread across his face. Suddenly you're once again very aware that his hands are still on your waist under your shirt, thumb rubbing circles into the skin. “I suppose I’ll go and let you bake in peace then.” He begins to withdraw, but he doesn’t get far before you’re pulling him back and pecking his lips, “you aren’t going anywhere until you finish what you started” you say matter of factly, “the bread can wait, I won’t.” Remus’ eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. “Where did my girl go?” he says fondly, shaking his head at you as his hands take their place under your sweater once again. You only smile up at him and shrug before pushing your finger through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “I’d be happy to finish what I started” He says, kissing you once again

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #the maruaders #harry potter #no beta we die like half the characters in this gd fandom #oneshot #self insert #remus lupin x shy!reader

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devourable · 3 months

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i want some love for the girls. can we pls get nsfw or kink hcs for valentina, i need her to step on me pls - 🍭 anon

we’re gonna act like i didn’t go awol for no reason again 🫶 valenteeny kink post bc abes was fun to do

cw sadism and intoxication (with a lil bit of dubcon as a treat)

• dacryphilia

tina loves it when you cry. whether it be from fear, pain, or sheer overstimulation, she thinks its hot when she gets you so worked up that you start crying for her. sometimes she likes to mess with you by seeing how quickly she can make you tear up without even touching you — usually by overstimulating you so much and so fast that it damn near hurts. she’ll always wipe your cheeks and kiss the tears away after, of course, but she relishes in every second of it

• impact play

valentina doesn't like hurting you for the most part. but sometimes the idea of you being covered in bruises and welts left by her really gets her going and she can't help herself. it turns her on endlessly watching you try to hold it together after she hits you — and when you have to go out the next day with a particularly nasty mark that you can’t cover up, it gives her a sense of ownership over you. watching you try to explain it away to others without embarrassing yourself is fun too

• voyeurism

you definitely have to get used to the feeling of eyes on you whenever you change or shower. it’s like valentina has a secret sense that lets her know whenever you’re in a state of undress somewhere, because chances are whenever you turn to the door to leave after, you’ll find her shamelessly staring at you like you’re on display for her. something about you being unaware of her prying eyes (or being well aware of her presence and not stopping her) gets her off

• exhibitionism(?)/humiliation

another favorite activity of valentina’s is stuffing you with whatever toy she has on hand and making you go out with her. if she’s feeling especially mean, she’ll force you to do most of the talking — making you order for the both of you, having you talk to any friends you meet while out, or just walking you around in public like a trophy while you squirm and hope to god that no one knows what’s going on. god bless you if she chooses something that vibrates, too, because she’ll turn the power to the highest setting at the worst moment just to see if you’ll crack

• intox play?

technically not a kink, it’s less sexual and more of a power thing — but tina likes it when you get drunk or high around her, especially if you’re a lightweight. it means she gets to hold you down and watch you writhe under her, too out of it to object or try to push her off. it’s just so cute! she generally won’t make a move on you when you’re in this state, but if you make a move on her, then she’s more than happy to give you exactly what you want. it’s always so fun to tease you about it the next day, when you can’t remember a thing.

#finding the right string of words for intox play was a task gd #i might make a list of the problematic kinks my ocs are into bc writing this made me realize i have quite a few into the same thing #so 🫶#xxi ;; the world — asks #🍭 anon #💪 valentina e. ;; the gym bunny #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere girl #lesbian yandere #yandere nsft #wlw yandere #yandere girl x reader

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looseratinthegarage · 1 year

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“You want me to tell you if someone fucked an alien or not.” - The predator 2018

I was sitting next to my dad watching this and I almost said “me, I fucked the alien.” 💀

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #predator #predator 2018 #monster fudger #gimme that alien dick #I would bare his children happily #gd fugitive is so sexy I can barely control myself

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aballadforbarbatos · 1 year

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inspired by a hetalia piece of mine i found yesterday. this is actually lowkey kinda long i didn’t mean to do that

mc eating solomon’s cooking

you are hungry.

you KNEW you shouldn’t have turned down satan’s offer of lunch at hell’s kitchen but you were so exhausted and you mistakenly thought there would be food in the kitchen

you should’ve known better. smh.

someone needs to go shopping because there is only a stick of butter and an identified plastic container with something purple inside

not you tho you’re dirt poor. flat broke, even. pockets empty, wallet lined with dust

your stomach growls. your eyes dart between the unidentifiable substance and the stick of butter. the idea of eating butter makes you physically gag, so you turn to the container

the container has a note with “solomon’s” attached to it, and then a bigger note in belphie’s handwriting next to it

why are you clarifying it’s yours. everyone knows. nobody is taking it. WHY IS IT IN OUR FRIDGE

you’ve never actually had solomon’s cooking before

yeah there was that dinner where the pair of you cooked different dishes from the human world, but everyone was voicing their disapproval before you could try it, so you just didn’t.

it IS solomon’s though, so you decide to have a little. just a little. he won’t even notice that someone’s been into it.

pulling the container out of the fridge, you scoop a little bit into a bowl. it’s not quite as watery as you expected- in fact, it reminds you a little of mud. a deep purple mud with stuff inside.

hey, this is capsicum (bell pepper)! where’d he get this from? okay, now you have to try it- finding such difficult ingredients must mean it’s worth eating, right? right???

do you heat it up or just eat it cold… you decide you’re in the mood for a hot meal and open the microwave, shoving the substance inside

(“uh actually the house of lamentation doesn’t have a microwave” if u don’t think they’d get one because mc mentioned it once in a conversation you’re severely wrong)

pulling it out and now it’s bubbling. but like the bubbles are so slow in popping the surface because of how thick the purple stuff is

you lift your spoon. are you having second thoughts? coward behaviour. truly a wimp. you can jump in front of lucifer on a rampage but you behave like this in front of food? cowering before what could vaguely be described as soup?

apprehensively, you put the spoon in your mouth and swallow. if you spit it out you might stain the carpet

“oh.”

a pause.

“oh, what the fuck?!”

this is GOOD.

you slurp down the rest, now rather mad. everyone else was going on about how it was the worst thing they’d ever had, and you’d just believed them?! you are NEVER making that mistake again,

you moan embarrassingly loud. thank god nobody else is left in the house because how would you explain to them that solomon’s cooking is so amazing that you are involuntarily making noises

if it was just one person, you’d think they were just lying so they could have more for themselves. but it was everyone, which is probably why you were so convinced in the first place

lesson learnt; demons and angels have weak tastebuds, because you’re going back to the kitchen for seconds.

as the microwave heats up the bowl, your D.D.D. buzzes. it’s lucifer asking about your activities- you tell him you’re having a snack before studying

he says he didn’t know there was any food left in the house

you decide to ignore this last message because the microwave beeps and you go back to scarfing it down, sating your stomach and silencing its growls

“shit.”

“he won’t even notice it’s been eaten,” - you, about half an hour ago

IT’S ALL GONE?? HOW HAVE YOU EATEN THE WHOLE THING AND NOT EVEN NOTICED??

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO SOLOMON??

well you ate it all, so the least you can do is clean it, you suppose…

later that night, when everyone is back, and someone has gone shopping, solomon comes sauntering through the door and opens the fridge

“wh- who ate my soup? did you guys feed my cooking to the rats again?”

satan doesn’t look up from his book. “yeah, like anyone would eat YOUR cooking.”

you sink a little into your chair, suddenly becoming very interested in devilgram

“mc might tolerate your petty little comments, satan, but none of that changes the fact that there is no soup in this container that i specifically put in here. look, belphie even wrote a note!”

mc might- you stifle a laugh as your favourite cat fan scowls. asmo and mammon are not quite as successful as you. belphie stirs from his sleep, and mumbles something like “get it out of our fridge…”

solomon sighs. “i’m not mad, i just wanna know. mc?”

you don’t answer. maybe he’ll move on? yes? yes?

“hellooo? mc?”

no. okay, out with the truth then

“i ate it! i’m sorry, solomon! i got really hungry and there was seriously like no food left in the house, so it was between a stick of butter and your cooking, and i thought i’d take a risk, and i only wanted a little bit but it was so good and i accidentally ate the whole thing-”

you can feel your eyes welling up with tears at the thought of solomon getting mad- or even worse, being disappointed- at you. you cross your fingers and hope that he forgives you,

you totally miss the horrified and disgusted looks from the brothers. even belphie has properly woken up at this point to stare at you in disbelief

“well, mc, if that isn’t one of the most romantic things i’ve ever been told,”

what.exe

container forgotten, he comes around to your spot on the couch. puts a hand on your cheek and just pretends the others are not there

staring into his eyes helps you to drown out mammon, who knows how he’s doing it

uses his thumb to brush away your tears, there’s a small smirk on his face but would he really be solomon without it

he kisses you quickly and gently

when i tell you. the room goes into absolute UPROAR

mammon rips him away from you, that boy is dragging him away to who knows where in the house. belphie and satan are following, you suspect solomon is going to be taught a lesson he won’t forget

“if i cook more for you, i can have more kisses, right?” he calls out- mammon’s frown grows deeper

“okay!” you call back, your cheeks warm and a giddy smile on your face that simply just won’t go away

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angelic-yandere-doll · 5 months

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Random danganronpa girls when y/n is sad because they got hurt by someone(part 1)

TW: yandere themes, mild descriptive gore

Key: y/n, darling is reader

Note: i'm back, learned some stuff in writing, got into danganronpa, lets see how i do(here's the boy version)

Characters: kyoko kirigiri, celestia ludenberg, toko fukawa(genocide jack), mukuro ikusaba, junko enoshima, peko pekoyama, mikan tsumiki

♡ kyoko kirigiri ♡

calm and collected. already thinking of what to do with the person who hurt y/n

leaves y/n in makoto's care as she goes on to teach that fool a lesson

she's an expert. she already knows the best ways to cover up a murder without anyone finding out, knows the right thing to say to avoid suspicion

when she comes back, she takes y/n's hands in hers, rubbing circles on them with her thumbs, then looks at them in the eyes in awe

"it's alright, y/n. as long as you stay with me, you won't get hurt again. i promise."

♡ celestia ludenberg ♡

calm on the outside, raging on the inside(y/n can't even tell she's mad)

has her loyal servants(probably hifumi) kill that peasant for her, but if they don't get the job done right, she'll kill them and decide to finish the job herself

keeps up her persona, knows how to lie her way out of questions from people suspicious of her

sits y/n on her lap, holds them close, telling them soothing affirmations, lets them lay their head on her chest

"shh... it's going to be okay, my dear. i'll make sure that that low-rank is vanished... permanently."

♡ toko fukawa/genocide jack ♡

panicking. questions how she could have let this happen. mad at the person who hurt her darling

what should she do? should see just scare them off? or cut their tongue off? stab their heart and rip it out? slice their body into pieces?(jack agrees to all of the above >:)~)

puts y/n's comfort first, hugs them tightly, cries with them, reads them their favorite books

jack takes care of the murder, has lots of fun doing it in the name of her beloved y/n

toko: "d-don't listen to them, y/n! they're j-just the worst! t-they're going to pay! i'll make sure they do."

jack: "y/n, y/n. they're just a dumbass. a dumbass that needs their guts rearranged! kyehahahaha!"

♡ mukuro ikusaba ♡

already grabbing her weapon, ready to kill, already has tabs on the person

tells someone(junko) to distract y/n so she can go through with her murder plan

probably nobody suspects her or rather afraid to interrogate her since she's a despair sister. gets messy but knows how to clean it all up in all her years of training

tries her best to comfort y/n by giving them their favorite food/drink, rubbing their back, giving them compliments all out of adoration

"don't worry, y/n. i'll take care of every danger that comes your way. i assure you of that."

♡ junko enoshima ♡

uh, what? someone hurt her y/n? watch out, she's coming

plans on making that person's last moments as despair-inducing as possible. acts all casual while doing it. if someone hurts her y/n, they get a visit from the ultimate despair herself. don't they know she's the only one who can hurt y/n and not them?

everybody's too afraid of her, too afraid to confront her. i mean, she's the ultimate despair, she can cause as much pain and destruction as she wants. who wouldn't be afraid of her?

gives y/n the best day ever(with some despairing moments). buying them stuff, bringing them to their favorite places, smothers them with affection, holding their hand tightly so they don't leave

"aww, babe! i just had to bring you here! it makes you happier, doesn't it? [explosion heard from afar] hmm? oh, that sound? just a little something to cheer you up, no worries! hey, just... don't leave me again, okay? you know what happens when you do."

♡ peko pekoyama ♡

seeing red. will do whatever it takes to get back at the person

will make the person's death slow and painful, as they deserve. probably saves one of the person's eyeballs to give to y/n as a gift to prove her love

she's a swordswoman, she already knows the most efficient ways to kill someone, she's got it taken care of. fuyuhiko helps her with it because he's used to it by now

lets y/n hug her and cry on her shoulder while she pets their head, leaving light kisses on their forehead

"mm... cry it all out, it's okay. i'm here. i told you, i will always stay by your side. always."

♡ mikan tsumiki ♡

starts crying. can't handle the thought of her y/n being in pain

will give it everything she's got to show that person what happens when they mess with her darling. smiles as she does it, knowing it's all for her beloved. not giving the person a single peaceful moment

as a nurse, she knows what to use to kill a person instantly and painfully without making much of a mess. will lie to the others that the person had a fatal accident that had an inescapable death

gives y/n lots of care. won't even leave their side for a second. always checking up on them, asking if they're okay. hugging them, not letting go. brings them their items of comfort, makes them a warm drink of their choice

"i-i know it's a-a lot, but i-i just can't s-stand the thought of you feeling like this! i-it's bad for you! no one should make you feel like that!... no one."

{made by angelic-yandere-doll}

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ms-nesbit · 1 year

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The Graduate (professor!jason todd x reader)

yall sickos voted for it, and here it is.

summary: Reader is attending Gotham University with Tim and Steph, who invite her to hide away from her family at Wayne Manor for summer; Reader's old professor, Mr. Todd - whom she had feelings for - would return to Wayne Manor for a visit.

warnings: smut, reader is chubby (and is mentioned vaguely during the smut part), oral sex (female and male receiving), jason todd is not red hood

word count: 3.7k

note: i wasnt passionate about this, and i think it shows. i will submit another poll soon

AO3

Trees swayed to and fro, their leaves descending from their branches. Below them were students of Gotham University, bustling with mixed feelings in their own individual bubbles. At this time of the year, the students were frantic to finish their studies, bubbling with fear of failure - or, in y/n’s case, fear of the inevitable: returning back home to her parents.

“Come on, y/n!” Tim nudged her shoulder playfully. “Just stay with us for a bit. I’m sure your folks won’t mind a bit if you joined us.” His backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm holding his overpriced textbooks. “Plus, you know that Bruce is going to be inviting Jason back over.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the enticing information, knowing exactly why it was so pertinent of Tim to disclose the trivia. Jason - or, as y/n called him, Mr. Todd - was her two-hundred level literature professor, one that kept her attendance sharp. Despite her punctuality, y/n’s grades stooped a tad lower than she hoped, having to set aside time for a tutor after hours. The cause?

Wandering eyes. Nearly every lecture in the hall, a “snoozefest” for typical students, was a period of time during which y/n found herself gawking at Professor Todd, sometimes uncomfortably shifting in her seat as she felt herself getting wet underneath her clothes.

“Since you’re basically graduated, you can probably hit on him.” Steph bounced along on y/n’s other side, shiny blonde hair drifting behind her.

While y/n was far from graduating, as her dean (and stacking student loans) reminded her, she was further from infancy as a student; it did help that GU’s policy chose not to define how intimate student-teacher relationships could be, as long as the student was not directly professionally affiliated with the professor.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Y/n let out with a bothered breath.

—-

Three weeks dashed by, each of y/n’s remaining final exams torturing her, one after the next; she persevered (but barely, nearly falling asleep during her Business Ethics final), and boxed her dorm-materials, shipping them, along with herself, to the Wayne Manor. It wasn’t y/n’s first stay at the manor, having been a guest to the Wayne family’s abundance of galas and sleepovers, but she felt much more high-strung and self-conscious, wanting to make a good impression on her crush.

Tim’s older brothers, Dick and Jason, moved out of Wayne Manor shortly before y/n met Tim, so she never truly thought anything of them; until, of course, y/n’s first day of Classic Literature, when a tall, top-heavy man abruptly entered the lecture hall, reading glasses high on his nose. At that moment, y/n found herself leaning in closer over her desk, regretting her choice of sitting in the rows farthest from the center of the auditorium. She watched as Jason’s fingers ruffled through his hair, black sprinkled with white near his widow’s peak, wondering if it was soft. Or maybe his hair was gelled with some substance, which emitted a waft of juniper and sage…or cedar and cypress…or wintermint. Unfortunately, she caught nothing of Jason’s hint of a pop-quiz that coming Friday, or that the test would account for ten percent of their overall grade.

Y/n’s grade-point average dipped disastrously after that course, something she had to excuse to her parents, as unforgiving as they were, despite their overall dismissal of everything else in her life.

It was why y/n loved her time at Wayne Manor, stepping in with boxes in her arms. She was stopped by a slender man in a navy tee, asking if he could assist with her boxes. “It just seems real heavy, and I don’t want you to get hurt on the stairs.” he excused, taking on the boxes of clothing and bedding.

“Good morning, Alfred!” y/n chirped at the older gentleman, who nodded back and returned his greeting. “How are you?”

Alfred smiled politely. “Most busy, as usual. And how are your courses, Teddy?”

Teddy was a term Alfred used toward y/n when she was a child. He didn’t break the habit, nor did y/n want him to. “Surprisingly tough, actually. I haven’t received the results on my ceramics project, but overall, I’m looking okay.”

Peering down at her from the top of the staircase, Alfred’s smile remained. “Undoubtedly, you are more than capable of handling those adversaries. I’m proud of you.” Alfred was a family member to y/n, similarly to Tim and Steph, caring for all of them whenever they came down with illness, or when y/n was unable to return home due to another violent outburst from her parents. It wasn’t unusual to Alfred, nor did he shame her for it, but he treated her as an insider, and y/n treated him as an equal (dissimilarly to some of the Wayne family’s other guests).

After having been shown her temporary room by Pennyworth, y/n settled her boxes and laid on the bed, catching her breath. Still no Mr. Todd, y/n thought to herself, Would it be weird if I asked Al when he’s stopping by?

It seemed that Dick read her thoughts, as he arrived in the room, remaining boxes in his arms. He set them down beside the doorway and kept his distance respectfully. “Tim told me you had Jason as your teacher. Was he good at all? I heard he’s pretty strict.”

Strict? I don’t remember him being...oh shit, yeah. Y/n recalled, an amused chortle leaving her lips. “He had his moments.” Of the little focus she did have, y/n retained the information, instantly enveloped by the idiosyncrasies ranging from his zero-tolerance policy on open beverages of any kind to his amenability of otherwise adultish themes. During his lecture one day about The Scarlet Letter, Professor Todd tucked his hair behind his ears and dove into the ignorance of sexual fluidity, and the importance of noting Western Christian themes into classic literature.

And when he unveiled his stance on feminism, to the dismay of several misogynistic students sitting in his class, y/n felt her feelings intensifying, even letting out a dreamily sigh when he expelled the oafish hecklers with an impatient tone.

“Do you think it would be weird if he stayed over? He texted me this morning to ask you.” Dick’s voice snapped y/n from her thoughts.

Y/n shook her head cloddishly. “Oh, no! No, not at all, it’s-it’s okay, y’know? It’s his house, too, so I don’t want him to feel put off by it.”

Sensing the sharp discomfort in her body language, Dick lowered his eyes to his phone and ducked his head. “He doesn’t usually date his students, you know.” he looked through his hair, which drooped over the top of his face as his head was still tilted forward.

What the fuck is with the smart people in this fucking family? “That obvious?”

Dick held his index finger and thumb, gesturing, “Little bit. Though he will be here any minute, according to this text.” he showed y/n his conversation with Jason. “Maybe there’ll be an exception for you.” Dick smirked and winked suggestively before walking out of the room, leaving y/n alone with the dropped optimism.

Moments later, y/n heard a crashing down the hall, followed by a blasting profanity, before Tim clamored into her room, his eyes wide. “Y/n, y/n. Dude, did you check your phone?” Y/n shook her head, confused. “Jason’s here. Want me to set him up for ya?” His eyebrows jumped up and down almost mockingly, expression stenched with excitement.

“As tempting as that may be, I don’t think that would work.” Y/n brushed off. “Plus, I just talked to Dick and he said Mr. Todd doesn’t usually date his students.”

Letting out an exasperated grunt, Tim crossed his arms, shifting his weight onto one foot. “Phallus doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I mean, sure, Jason isn’t really big on the teacher-student thing - something with ‘taking advantage’ of a student and the power imbalance or whatever - but I’m sure he’ll be okay with you since you’re, like, no longer his student.” Tim’s sass blew through the ceiling with each word. “So, whaddaya say?”

The evening quickly rolled in, y/n exhausted from unpacking and spending her time frollicking with Steph. Not before long, though, Alfred called the family for dinner, rounding them up with an entree of cold-cut meats and cheeses, and appetizers of golden breadsticks layered with butter and spices. The aroma carried into the dormitories, interrupting y/n from her rest on her bed as her stomach growled. Following the scent, y/n eventually heard a deep voice singing along to a Doris Day record, and chose to pursue the voice instead. As she approached the source of the harmony, she discovered that it was Jason, folding laundry into clothes drawers.

The closer she stepped, though, the more was unveiled to her: Jason wore his slacks, no different than his salaried attire, but his button-down, usually carefully pressed and sealed, was unbuttoned and relaxed, exposing areas of his chest and torso that seemed so forbidden for y/n to gaze at.

But she couldn’t possibly look away from the sight she daydreamed and pondered about - especially when he was much more toned than she initially thought. Holy shit, she repeated as Jason’s voice continued, like a siren drawing her in for a kill, his abs tightening as he hummed.

Attempting to back away stealthily, a floorboard creaked, alarming y/n, before she ended up bolting down the hall and stairs, running away from any possible consequence.

“Miss y/n, I do have to remind you not to run through the house, Dear.” Alfred admonished sternly as y/n zipped past him and into the dining room. “Please have a seat in your assigned seat.”

Ah, yes — assigned seats. Prior to their departure to university, Tim, Steph, and y/n had to follow a seating chart to deter from wreaking havoc (which was, despite their age, inexorable). As y/n sunk into her designated seat, body slumping over, Steph called from behind, “What’re we havin’ today, Al? Is this…whoa, what happened to you?” her voice quieted as she approached y/n, who attempted to hide herself from view.

Y/n shook her head and forcefully whispered, “I saw your hot older brother half-naked. I dunno what to do.” she revealed her embarrassment to Steph, who sat across the table.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he didn’t know.” Steph shrugged in response. Though y/n shouldn’t be surprised at how nonchalant Steph was, treating the catastrophe as if it were simple, but she had been this self-assured for as long y/n knew her.

Surely she’s right, y/n thought to herself as she stabbed at her cold cut meat on her assigned plate, eyes glued to the labryinthine decorative vine painted along the outer ridge of the china. For the first ten minutes of dinner, she was relieved, noticing the empty chairs on her right, and one on the other end of the table; however, after a series of nibbles (for some reason, as Tim thoughtlessly pointed, y/n wasn’t particularly hungry), y/n overheard a high-pitched squeak of the heavy wooden chair being pushed on the hardwood floor, and her eyes darted to the source, unexpecting of Mr. Todd apologizing as he dropped into his seat, broad shoulders slump in penitence.

“So, Jason, I heard you taught y/n.” Bruce said aloud, slicing his salami with a knife and fork. “Were you tough on her?”

Staring at the coral-toned tablecloth as she stopped her breath, y/n awaited his answer. “I mean, if I did, she did relatively well considering.” Jason just shrugged, sloshing half-chewed provolone on either side of his mouth.

“Stupendous.” Bruce responded, unaware of the tension in the dining room. He wasn’t as involved in y/n’s life as Alfred was, but once he caught wind of the rocky situation back at her home, Bruce sat her down and offered a bed and privacy “whenever you want, y/n.” It was a relief, as y/n did feel guilty about spending so much resources having dinner at the Wayne Manor, and y/n carried her weight around the manor well, claiming ownership for a few responsibilities of the mansion’s many chores.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, y/n glanced up from her plate to Steph, then Tim, who were both giving her mixed signals until y/n scooted back in her chair, swiftly rising as she awkwardly excused herself from the table before exiting promptly.

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Knock-knock

Y/n heard from the other side of her room, to which she acknowledged: “Come in!”

She was rather ignorant of the possibility of who could be pestering her, her bothered tone seeping from her vocal chords, and body lying prostrate on her bed; y/n’s annoyance, however, cleared as soon as she noticed who was entering, his tall frame creeping past the crack of the door.

“I wanted to come in and check to see if you’re feeling well.” Mr. Todd’s glabella wrinkled with concern, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his slacks. “From what I’ve come to know, you’re not one to dismiss dairy products, especially those in a solidified nature.” Y/n sighed at the comment, aware of his reference: one day after class, y/n was assigned to construct a two-hundred word essay about her favorite snack — she, of course, chose cheese, uninformed that she was to turn in the homework for Professor Todd to read and grade.

Sitting up on her bed, y/n forced a chuckle. “Yeah, I just feel a little weird, that’s all.”

“Mind if I sit here?” Professor Todd pointed to a space beside y/n on her bed, and walked over and plopped down once he received affirmation from y/n. “You know,” he started, hands at his knees as he turned his head to look at y/n, “to be fair, I didn’t know you were Tim and Steph’s friend. They told me after you passed my class, which was probably better than blurting it out before midterms.” Y/n nodded passively, still silent. “If this is what you’re feeling apprehensive about, I have no problem staying somewhere else for the time being. I wanted to visit for the summer, and—”

“No, no, it’s not a problem for me.” y/n stammered over her words, hiding her nerves. “Just a little awkward at first, that’s all.” Fidgeting with her nails, y/n attempted to maintain composure, but couldn’t help but notice the pair of hazel, soft as they observed y/n; his facial hair, reduced to a professional stubble; his bottom lip, cracked and bloody in areas from neglect; and all combined to replace y/n’s anxiety with a primitive need that sparked inside her.

She swore she saw the man’s eyes drop from her face to her chest, and then down to her barely exposed legs, before he looked away. “Then was it when you walked in on me?” Moment replaying in her head as it burned into her memory, y/n pretended to act in nescience of the subject at hand, shaking her head slowly. “So that wasn’t you running away scared shitless after peeping in my room?”

Y/n blinked back a laugh as she admitted, “It was, yeah. Sorry.”

“You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.” Fixated on the ground, y/n barely caught a glimpse at Professor Todd crossing his arms at his own words, almost amused with himself.

The tease caused a thick silence to ensue, and y/n was indecisive about how to respond. She thought it was a joke - it had to be, right? An educator with rigid morals, an attractive educator at that, relaxing beside y/n as he opened the door to invite her. It seemed cliche, if anything, recalling a handful of romantic tropes with the stench of an inappropriate teacher-student relationship.

But on the other hand, y/n calculated, he unbuttoned his top two buttons on his top, and rolled up his sleeves as he waited patiently for y/n to break the silence, exposing his toned forearms. He was no longer y/n’s professor - nor was she his protégé - and even if he was joking, what was the harm in flirting back?

“Do I have to ask nicely?” Y/n remarked, one end of her mouth twitching as she shifted to lie on the bed, this time on her side, with her legs near Jason’s waist.

She heard a beguiled noise of approval before an oral response. “Depends. Though I would prefer it if you beg.” One of Jason’s large hands rested on y/n’s knee, giving her a quick squeeze as his gaze met hers. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that Professor Todd’s eyes darkened, but y/n still felt nervous to make the move, only allowing Jason’s hand to burn her skin.

“Well,” y/n began before reaching out and cupping Jason’s chin, turning his cheek to face her as she whispered, “Can you please, please see you like that again?” she batted her eyelashes as she spoke, which caused Jason to groan in response. “I want to see if there’s anything else you can teach me.”

In a moment’s time, Jason was on top of y/n, straddling her hips as he pressed his lips to hers. His hands held her face as he immediately bit her top lip, cock hardening each time a smidgen of a moan was swallowed into the kiss.

Grasping at either of his biceps, y/n let out a relieved moan when Jason’s lips met her neck, head tilting back. Jason’s hands fumbled with her clothes, impatiently pulling it over her head before returning to explore her plump body.

“Do you have a condom?” y/n panted, heart rate increasing ever so slightly with each inch Jason’s lips crept toward the hem of her shorts.

Jason shook his head, murmuring in between kisses, “Don’t need one.” He untied the knot on yn/’s shorts before pulling them down, exposing her skin to the cold air. His hands wandered, driven by pure wanton and hazardous lust as he pinched possessively at the inside of y/n’s plush thighs. Y/n was soundless until Jason pushed her legs apart, sinking a finger into her dripping core as his lips attached to her clit. The action evoked a moan from her, and Jason watched as he continued, licking and sucking at her sensitive bundle of nerves until she drew y/n closer to release.

“Mr. Todd,” the professional title left y/n’s lips in the most sinful way, her hips lifting from the bed as she pleaded. “Please, I want—”

“Hush,” Jason muttered, “I want you to come on my fingers before I have my dick in your mouth. Now, Baby,” he flicked his tongue intermittently at y/n’s clit, two fingers curling at the spongy part of y/n’s inside. “Can you do me a favor and come for me?”

Though his words were respectful, his expression was almost needy, but still caused y/n to ride her hips against Jason’s mouth and fingers, set on achieving what was asked of her. She gasped as she reached her climax, hips lifting from the bed as her thighs trembled.

Jason worked through her high before rising from the bed to remove his remaining clothes, his cock springing free from his boxers as he stripped them from his body as well. Y/n eyed it as she hopped from the bed, positioning herself in front of Jason as she kneeled. She glanced up at him through thick eyelashes, hands unclasping the hooks of her bra to bare her breasts. Y/n knew it was something she looked forward to doing - wrapping a hand around Jason’s shaft as she stroked it achingly slow - if she reached that point, and exploited whatever experience she had to put on a show for the man towering over her. Dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, y/n kept her gaze on Jason, watching how expressive he became at each movement she made.

Her favorite was the way Jason’s lips shaped into an ‘o’ when her lips kissed the tip of his uncut cock, licking at the precum already collecting on it. His body shivered as she bobbed her head, swallowing as much of his dick into her mouth as she could, and pulling her head back until his cock released from her mouth with a pop.

Y/n continued like this at a slow pace, tarnishing what residual patience Jason had left; it was soon, however, when Jason had enough and grabbed a fistful of y/n’s hair, bucking his hips into her mouth as he hissed. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned when y/n increased the pace, one hand working at his shaft and another kneading her own breast. Jason couldn’t help but feel helpless like this, seeing y/n wanting him this badly; so he allowed his mouth to fall open, eyes shutting as he felt himself nearing his climax. He warned her with a broken moan, “I’m gonna come,” that met y/n’s ears with a kiss to her core.

“Please be good and come for me.” y/n said sultrily, hands working faster to draw a reaction from the man above. The words caused Jason to whimper, his hips stuttering as he fell into a bumbling, moaning mess and came. Y/n caught each rope of cum released into her mouth, swallowing each bit as Jason came down from his high.

Y/n smirked up at Jason, who was panting from his climax, and smoothed her hands along his thighs. Standing on her feet, she kissed Jason’s cheek, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You know, you still haven’t taught me anything.”

“We have time. Until tomorrow’s lesson, hmm?” Jason assured, his voice tired but tainted with desire.

#jason todd #professor!jason todd #my post #mine #my work #fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #smut #do not fucking read if youre a minor gd #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x plus size reader #batfamily #wayne family

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dickmedowndc · 11 months

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When You Come Home - Cassandra Cain x Reader

Word Count: 1,748

Summary: You would never trade Cass for anything – even if it meant anxiety when she came home a little rough from patrol or she needed to vanish for a few days at a time for a more complex mission. It never lessened the worry you felt when she walked out the door. So, when she is gone for two weeks longer, you’re almost a wreck. The reprieve comes when she makes it back in the door, after 3 am, only for you to find out she must head out again soon after for another extended trip. But Cass is facing worries of her own.

Notes: Inspired by a “100 kisses” prompt list – number 39: “everything is going to be okay” kisses.

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16 – that was how many days had passed since your girlfriend had been due back. No messages or heads up on a mission extension. Nothing but silence. She always made sure to come by the day after she arrived back in Gotham, or at least got a message to you.

But this time there was nothing, and the stress was beginning to claw at your skin like a rabid dog.

You understood, of course, after she had finally told you who she was, that sometimes – most times – if a mission was to go longer than expected, there would be no way for her to tell you.

It never stopped the worry.

You had called out of work for the day and the next – too worked up over every possibility that could go wrong. Too scared of what might have happened. And then too scared at the prospect of never finding out at all.

The day had been spent stress cleaning anything you could get to in the apartment. Furniture rearranged so much so that the resident of the floor below you, an older lady, had come up to ask you to stop. You had only been able to give her a half-hearted apology before closing the door and going back to sweeping the small kitchen.

The worry must have been written all over your face, because she came back later with a small plate of food wishing you the best.

Still, after you had cleaned every possible thing that you could, and the gifted food had been devoured hungrily – a blessing since you had neglected to eat in your current state – that left you with nothing to do but think.

That was the last of what you wanted.

But your mind refused to focus on any other hobby, and if Cass had found out you had gone out alone in this state, at 2 in the morning, she might try and lock you inside the apartment next time.

Or have one of the other Bats start checking up on you.

But there was nothing to temp you out as is. Not unless you received a call about your girlfriend, or a message from her specifically. Nothing could stop you from flying out that door fast enough to put the Flash to shame if that happened.

But an hour later found you still sitting on the couch, with nothing but the sounds of the city as white noise against the raging tempest of your mind.

There was nothing else you could do for the time, and with the weight of the day wearing on you, the only option you had was to go to bed and try to sleep. Even if it was nothing more than fitful attempts.

So, you did. Hardly even bothering to slip into something comfortable enough to sleep in and crawling under the covers, one of your pillows hugged tightly to your chest as you buried your face against it and tried, just tried, to sleep.

Eventually, the weight of your eyelids and coldness of the room won out, and you drifted off. Deep enough that when the front door was unlocked and pushed open it never even made you flinch.

Of course Cassandra moving through the apartment was not enough to wake you – she was always so quiet and so careful. Years of training and knowing the apartment like the back of her hand left waking you out of the realm of possibility.

Just how she liked it. Interrupting your sleep was something she usually tried to avoid unless something was wrong.

And this time she was certain all she wanted was to get cleaned up and slip into bed next to you. Until the responsibilities of the day could be avoided no longer.

But that meant a shower – she was long overdue for one, and while you would never say a word about it, she’d rather be clean before she slipped under the sheets and curled up against you.

The sound of the running water, even through the closed bathroom door, was eventually what woke you.

The culprit failed to register at first, as you blinked slowly, trying to ignore the sound gently pulling you back to the waking world. Brushing it off as your girlfriend taking a shower after patrol, like so many times before.

Until the water stopped, and you snapped up, head whipping around to look in the direction of the bathroom, because that was when it had dawned on you. She had not been on patrol, because she had not been home.

It’s hardly a minute later before Cassandra slips out of the bathroom and makes eye contact with you, giving a tired smile as she makes her way to the bed and sits on the edge. There’s a look of concern on her face and you cannot place why until she reaches out, putting a hand to your cheek and brushing away tears you were unaware had begun to fall.

Her voice is so soft as she speaks, and you can hardly hear it as you try to reign your emotions in. “Are you okay?”

There is no movement, nothing, for what feels like a lifetime, until you shoot forward and pull her into a hug, burying your face into the crook of her neck and not bothering to stop the tears. You hold on to her white-knuckled, like loosening your grip for even a fraction of a second then she’ll vanish from before you.

Cassandra says nothing, at a loss for words for the pain she feels responsible for, just rubbing what she hopes are soothing circles into your back.

You are unsure how long it has been, but finally it registers that she had asked you a question and to pull back enough to look at her. “I’m better now.” You let out an apologetic sound, pulling back to wipe the rest of your tears away as the crying finally subsides. “I’m sorry, I've just been worried,” you assure her.

The two of you had been dating long enough for you to know when something was wrong, and you can see the way she reacts, like the beginnings of a sentence rest on her tongue – one she bites back. It is enough to prompt you to ask what is on her mind, taking her hands in your own as you move to get more comfortable.

Cassandra seems to pull away, though her own hands tighten their grip on yours.

It doesn’t take much else before the answer dawns on you. “You have another mission?”

She sighs, and her shoulders drop before she finally meets your eyes with a regretful look. “I leave in a week. It will be another month at least, likely longer.”

It isn’t ideal. In fact, it just leaves you with a feeling of dread. She had already been gone so long and now you were going to lose her again? Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest and break at the same time.

Cassandra manages to pull you back to the present, calming you as she gets your attention and seems relieved when you finally focus back on her.

But something is wrong, like she isn’t telling you everything, and it leaves a feeling of unease prickling along your skin. “Is there something else?”

Cassandra hesitates before nodding. “We don’t have to talk about it tonight though.”

“Cass, please, just talk to me.”

It is then that she withdraws her hands from your own, seeming to buckle in on herself. “I’ve been thinking. My life is taking a toll on you, and I'm not sure how much longer this relationship will last because of it.” She pauses, eyes focused on her own hands clasped tightly together in her lap – she had faced so many dangers in her life, taken things head on, but the possibility that her next words could become a reality was terrifying. “And I would understand if you wanted to end things.”

Like a dagger to the heart, her words sink in. “Do you want to end things?”

“No!” Cassandra hushes after her reflexive outburst, embarrassed. “But I see the way you worry. Look at tonight - I made you cry. Why would you want to stay in a relationship like this?”

You can see in her eyes that she expects you to agree, to tell her that everything she said is true and send her away for good – but that she desperately wants it to be wrong. And it is, you intend to assure her of that.

“I knew when you told me you were Orphan that this wasn’t going to be easy. I knew there would be plenty of nights where I wouldn’t know what had happened to you until later, and that one day, if – and I say this as an extreme – you got hurt and never came back that maybe I wouldn’t even get closure on that. That I would never find out.”

She jumps at that, “someone would tell you. If it did happen, they wouldn’t leave you in the dark.”

It’s a small reprieve, if only for a moment, that she had thought of that, but it still terrifies you as well.

“My point is, I’d worry about you even if we broke up, and I’m not willing to walk out of this relationship. I knew what kind of person you were when we started dating, and I could never ask you to give this life up.”

Cass pulls you closer, until you’re in her lap, and you offer no fight as she does. More than happy just to be near her.

Just to be sure that she’s really with you.

Her soft voice only confirms that it isn’t a dream. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Hey,” you call softly, tilting her head until she is looking at you. When you have her attention, you pull her forward, kissing her like you had been wanting to do for more than a month now. “Everything is going to be okay,” you assure her.

Cass hums, content and put at ease with your answer. Resting her forehead against your own and closing her eyes, you both enjoy the moment, until she shifts, pulling you down with her onto the bed to sleep, unwilling to let go.

You’ll enjoy every moment you get with her, and, you think, maybe you can convince her to take patrols off until she leaves again.

#dc x reader #nicole writes #cassandra cain x reader #orphan x reader #batgirl x reader #black bat x reader #why does she have so many names #i love her but gd

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darthwheezely · 1 year

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The mascara wand hovers dangerously close to your eye. If you wiggle it just right, your eyelashes will look just slightly more ‘plush’ and ‘volumized’, like what the cheap packaging from the drugstore said.

Dick Grayson, of course, thinks this is errant bullshit.

He’s been smirking like a grade A asshole while you’re playing Hands to Myself in the bathroom. Dick thinks he’s stifled laughter over five times now, hearing the loud expletives when you’ve accidentally poked yourself in the eye, or when something is ‘not blended enough.’

But even he can’t bring himself to admit the artistry behind what you do. How concentrated you look when your eyes narrow to ‘bake and set’ your under eye concealer, how you angle your cheekbones to the mirror to apply your highlighter. It’s magic. You’re magic.

“Dick?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“You wanna tell me why you’ve been watching me do my face for the past twenty minutes?” You don’t even look at him, too concentrated on blending your bronzer. Even so, you already can sense the soft smile that spreads from his cheeks halfway to his ears. You pretend to huff when he comes up behind you and wraps carny-rigging arms around your waist.

“So…”

The question hangs in the air. Dick Grayson has lived with you for months, those three little words hanging on for dear life — they could come at any time, any place, you see him practically begging to say it daily.

Dick Grayson finds it easier to tell you through “…what eyeshadow palette are ya gonna use, baby? Talk me through it all.”

Dick Grayson watches you smile.

#dick grayson #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #cw makeup #this is so gd self indulgent #supportive!dick

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fairyysoup · 10 months

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gator tillman gives southern religious boy who was raised to be innocent but turned into a freak as soon as he lost his virginity vibes. like he's a religious hypocrite. he goes to church and then rails you in his truck in the parking lot. he says grace at the neighborhood potluck but he's letting you feel him up under the table. he's ethel cain coded

#and if i write another ethel inspired fic based on gator this time #what about it #christ alive i'm already planning fic abt this character #his season isn't even out yet gd #gator tillman #my boyfriend crocodile dundee #joe keery #fargo #gator tillman x reader #rose shut up #ethel cain

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pinkrelish · 11 months

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I put together Miss Mouse inspired perfumes/beauty products

I also made one for Eddie and I’m cackling

Some headcanons I have:

Eddie got the Playboy cologne in a sweepstakes.

Miss Mouse likes perfumes because they remind her of a similarly free-spirited great aunt.

Miss Mouse will give Adrie her first real makeup product, clear Maybelline great lash mascara.

In 8 years, Eddie will look over at Miss Mouse in the theater and realize his Arwen wears the same lipstick as the one in the movie.

🖤

i love this!! 🥺 i know nothing about perfumes, but i could totally see her with a mirrored tray on her dresser stacked with her collection out of adrie's reach (learned the hard way.) and she def collects every lip smacker flavor. does she need 30+ balms, roll ons, jellys, and glosses? no, but her lips will always be hydrated, that's for sure. also she 100% orders magazines for the lobby at work, and takes all the perfume samples.

eddie's is perfect! the old spice. 🫠 and i love the lore of the playboy cologne! i'm now HCing he enters tons of magazine sweepstakes because he's bored, but has never won any until the cologne, and didn't really want it, but ended up liking the scent.

#and STOP IT with the arwen thing that's so gd cute #the yes policy #eddie munson x reader

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anteroom-of-death · 3 months

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Teacher's Pet part 5

Synopsis: After a good long talk with an old friend, the Doctor catches Reader out on her lie. And figures some things out.

A/n: I feel so indebted to you all. The praise and likes and reblogs feels good, my guys. Also, this weekend, I'll have maybe not as much output but you know...gotta work on big issues instead of work and vibin. But ahhhh. Hope you like it.

(Y/N) called out of class. Maybe she really was sick. Humans leaked a lot. Especially when sick.

Rose once had a common flu and she cried until her temperature came back down to normal. It was hard to hold her, his body being so cool in comparison to hers, he felt like, in that time and body and place, it would relieve her nearly 39 degree fever. The tender grasp he held her body in made her cry and sweat even harder. Mickey apparently never held her like this when she was sick. It overwhelmed her shocked system even more…

Suddenly the thought of him, in this body, holding (y/n) to cool her down invaded his mind.

Ideas of different ways and reasons to hold her left his mind awry. He imagined how it would feel, her skin against his. Her lips against his. The feeling of him looking in those nervous, doe-scared eyes as he thrust de- he stopped himself before he could finish the fantasy.

Her empty seat later that day haunted him.

Another mystery woman from the universe. Hell-bent on driving him to madness.

It was always the women, the one’s that seemed so mundane, yet glimmered in a way that their essence caught his eye. Drove him wild. Even when he wasn’t initially attracted to them. Sooner or later he’d become so.

A fatal flaw.

The class ended.

He visited Missy in her Vault.

If anyone could understand madness, it’d be her. Despite the cost it’d bring him.

“Ignore the blindingly obvious irony. But you need to help me.” He half-pleaded, half-ordered.

“Oh? Wee Ickle Me? The great Doctor needs my help?” Missy cackled an awful grin. “Whatever bothers you, my sweet?” She purred. “What can I do that you don’t, besides serve.” She straightened herself up and gave a snap of her fingers above her head and put herself in almost a ballet dancer’s poise.

“A girl I teach in my class. Why do I keep thinking of her. I have all these primal, base instincts when I see her. Frankly way beneath a member of our species…” He confessed to his oldest friend and greatest foe. And ex-lover. “She is ruining me and my focus.”

Missy fell over laughing and pointing. Her petticoat flashing wildly through the air.

“It’s always the Earth girls!” She exclaimed.

“Though, I did marry that poor Lucy girl.” She had a moment of lucidity.

“These Earth girls are going to kill us. And hey- why not just let them! Get me a perky little thing to ruin me too! Let’s commit suicide and genocide in one fell swoop!” She cackled even harder, her booming voices echoing throughout the Vault.

“No, you shouldn’t.” She seemingly sobered up.

“Assuming that you don’t kill her, as you usually do with these little flings.” She made a hand and body gesture that resembled herself being flung. It hearkened back for the Doctor how physically emotive (y/n) was…

“You’re her teacher. And in position of power! If things get wonky in a marriage bed sense…well doctor, can you handle the storm? Con your way out? You’ll be the one holding the dirty diaper. Not her.”

“And wherever will you put me… I’ll have no good place for your prison to be?” she became sing-song and gave a sarcastic pout.

The Doctor put his hands on his face and rubbed hard. This was both too much help, and not enough.

Missy was right.

And seemingly taking a moral stance, an action previously unheard of for many a millennia.

He decided that he’d go and take this all with a grain of salt.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

“Oh.” She seemed shocked into silence.

Giggling ceased.

They stood in silence.

“You might be fucked.” She said after minute.

He crouched deeper into his despair. The weight of his grief and Missy’s well-balanced advice echoed in his skull.

“Oh, off you go Teacher! Go get yourself a new Pet!” She seemingly understood and definitely read his mind.

He found himself at odds.

He left her and vanished further into the day fading into the dark of the night. Refusing to leave the planet and irk Nardole’s ire.

He chose to walk the streets of Bristol.

The cold air whipped around him. It was a blustery day. The air had a bit of winter’s last ice in it. Dying season for a dying ethos. The freshly birthed night was adding a layer of chill.

He could feel the turn on the planet under his feet as he turned a corner.

What was this?

He swore he saw (y/n) turn the adjacent corner into a street ahead of him. He took a few quick steps and curved into an alley. It was definitely her.

Go into a large detached building with a sizeable car park. She had her big, over stuffed tote bag with her. She looked in perfect health.

Whatever happened to her sickness?

A lie? Or did she feel his encroaching gazes and seclude herself from him.

He wouldn’t blame her…

It didn’t appear to be flats or even a room-share or sublet situation. Maybe it was her elusive job?

But what was it, in this seemingly askance residential building? With the car park that seemed a bit too big, even for the size of the house.

He stood on the corner of the street and gazed at it. He was clever enough to find out what she did now. Obviously.

But did he want to break her trust? Even in this little way? She was obviously quite guarded about her source of income.

Was it shame? Was she something that was shameful?

That narrowed it down, what jobs held stigma?

Down to a few.

What job would necessitate a huge bag such as that?

Seldom more.

He came to two or three careers.

Now which would be held in this suburb?

Two left.

What one would be in a place with a large car park and- he noticed all the windows were blacked out. As if coated in the same tint a car would have on its..

One.

He couldn’t honestly be shocked. It could prove lucrative. And it was flexible for her schedule. Not a common choice, but one trillions across the universe and time had made…

He crooked his head.

“Ah, bingo!” He felt himself saying aloud.

No wonder he felt sexually charged and drawn to her, he rationalized. She was changed by this career. Even in her normal, day-to-day, her mind was probably racing on ways to keep this concealed. The psychic cues probably just meddled with his mind.

She was probably scared shitless that a peer or a professor, or someone on administration would see her here. The stigma around this would damage her chances at a civilian career once she graduated.

Or even worse, request her to service them…

Though, yet he couldn’t fault her for the risk…

He’d taken billions.

Especially when the economy was fascistic.

All these humans had to make do to tread water.

And this was her attempt…

He felt liberated over this. Just psychic cues and her own internal warfare! Not him!

Or was it?

How easily was it for him to accept these fantasies, despite how much he tried against them?

Was it so simple? Or was it deeper? He enjoyed the brief time they had shared. She was intuitive. Empathetic and, if the last class they shared, valued everything from humans to microbes at the same level…

He decided it was a combination of all of the above.

She’d definitely make an interesting companion, of not a romantic partner.

Why not?

Precious little to lose, except her…

He said he’d email her about meeting on Monday. He whipped our his phone, and shot her a nice, professional sounding email requesting her presence at the same time.

Let the seduction of (y/n) begin…He thought as he made his way back home.

He had to prepare.

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